Yawns, so many things I've gotta do today and I'm sick ): Not a good time really. Let go of ( ) after holding on became futile and expectations were not met. I'm tired.
/If its space you want, its space I'd give. If its distance you prefer, its distance I'd step back. If its freedom you want, its freedom you'll have, because I dont want to hold on so tightly when you dont feel the same, when its as if I'm hugging a catcus. When holding on becomes a pain, when watching you from afar becomes all I can do, then maybe walking away is the best thing. I drip blood as you stabbed through my heart, and now I watch you leave, without any tinge of regret.